A new look for a new year

Now, if I could just lose 50 pounds, figure out how I’d like my hair done, and work up the courage to use my (very beautiful, very fancy, and very scary) brand new pressure cooker, then a new look for the blog would seem far less monumental.

But for now, it’s pretty much all I got.

And I did not win the lottery on Friday night, despite the fact that I bought a ticket and I was completely ready to win and make life a whole lot better for a whole bunch of people.  Way to screw things up, Lottery Gods.

Oh, and I could tell you about the time I shopped at the Keswick Wal-Mart after 10 p.m. but it would be a lie.  Because the Keswick Wal-Mart hates Christmas.  Or money.  Or Keswick.  Or Keswick Christmas money.  Why else would they not be having Christmas hours and forcing us to drive to Newmarket to spend that same money at the Newmarket Wal-Mart (open until midnight!), the Superstore (24/7, people.  24/7 until the 23rd.  Then they are closing earlier on the 24th.  Because they like Christmas and want people to be happy.), or Toys ‘r Us which is doing their usual open until midnight schtick.  Not to get on a Wal-Mart tirade (everyone is doing them) but seriously, what other possible explanation could there be for not having Christmas hours?  DOLLARAMA is even staying open before Christmas until 11 p.m.  (Spoiler alert: a lot of you may be receiving gifts from the dollar store this year.  Don’t be offended.  The dollar store is the new department store, donchu know?)

We spied a possum in our backyard this morning.  No, we didn’t shoot it, trap it, or otherwise harm or consume it.  We just watched it scurry across the icy snow and into our neighbours yard.  But just saying the word ‘possum’ can sort of make one feel a little rednecky.  Luckily, I’m pretty sure that the whole not eating him thing saves us from wearing that particular badge of honour.

In other news, it is now three days until Christmas and the clock is tick, tick, ticking.  Time to start your shopping.  But don’t bother with Wal-Mart in town.  They’ll only break your heart.  Oh, and I’m partial to things that sparkle (no glitter, please).